For more than a century, immigrants—particularly those from Latin America—have helped forge the cultural identity of the United States. In so doing they've spiced up America's food and thankfully, its music, too.
If you want lessons in womanizing, dressing to the nines, or ordering martinis, James Bond is your man. If, however, you’re looking for a review of British music history over the last 50 years, the world’s favorite secret agent has no idea what he’s doing.
Counterbalance leaves the Top 100 with an album that everyone knows about, from the Queen of England to the hounds of hell. The black math of the Great List gives us Jack and Meg's 2003 bellwether at #101.
What may be surprising is how easily it leaves the electric guitar in its case, in favor of piano, marimbas, and a production aesthetic that recalls the dull haze of the Rolling Stones' Exile on Main Street.
The songs are stuck in my head, I can understand the fascination with the White Stripes. But I can't get a sense of who Jack and Meg White are in the midst of all this drama, I'm dizzied by the spectacle.
The White Stripes are the real deal. No bass guitar, no samples, no click tracks, no "exploratory jams" -- just monster tunes, earth-shaking guitar, a telepathically intuitive drummer, and a vocal delivery that can evoke Iggy Pop as easily as Gene Vincent.